another couple of simple still lifes for the enormous tiny art show. between paintings i've been reading haruki murakami's what i talk about when i talk about running, and you know, as simple as it is, and even though i'm not a runner, i can relate: "all i do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. and this is a pretty wonderful thing. no matter what anybody else says.” nice, huh? and with that, back into my little void i go, to finish up the last painting in this series (again, closer views are available here).